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Updated: May 21, 2025
If Betty should live to be an old lady she would probably never cease to recall the peculiar circumstances under which she made friends with the three Littell girls and their cousin from Vermont and came to spend several delightful weeks at the hospitable mansion of Fairfields.
Oh!" cried Betty, turning from the approaching beast in despair. "Hurry! Hurry, Bobby Littell! Do you want me to be eaten up?" But Bobby had somehow cramped herself in the winding passage through the snow, and her voice was muffled as she too cried for help. However, Bobby's demands for assistance were much more likely to bring it than the cries of the girl outside.
Littell did not speak, but took one of the limp hands in hers, and Betty took the other. Libbie made no resistance, and allowed them to draw her toward the house. They crossed the threshold, led her upstairs, past the quivering Esther and Bob huddled on the windowseat, and into the bedroom she had so unceremoniously left. Then Mrs.
But there was the subject of the probable cost something that never bothered the Littell girls. Betty knew nothing of her uncle's finances, beyond the fact that he had been very generous with her, sending her checks frequently and never stinting her by word or suggestion. Still, boarding school, especially a school selected by the Littells, would undoubtedly be expensive.
I'll turn it in, and then I'll have to hurry back to the office; they'll think I've been run over for sure." He went off, promising again to see them on Saturday, and the girls, feeling too upset to settle down to the quietness of a motion picture house, went out to walk up and down in the sunshine of Pennsylvania Avenue until it was time to meet Mr. Littell and Libbie and Esther.
Need somebody with a good strong voice, too, to call off the names.... Woosh's you'd git them things up to the house soon 's you kin, Otho. Ma's in a hurry fer 'em." "Betchy two cents," said Brother Littell to his clerk, Clarence Bowersox, "'at Abel Horn 'll be Santy Claus." "Git out!" doubted Clarence. "'Ll, you see now.
Really, I don't need any more. Will you please excuse me?" "Not if you run away with my spoon, Betty," laughed her hostess. "It was the dish that ran away with the spoon, and you are not a dish, dear." "She'll be dished if she doesn't hurry," called Bob from the door, and then he disappeared. "Sit down and finish your luncheon, Betty," advised Mrs. Littell.
"I'm so happy!" she choked, while the motherly hands smoothed her hair understandingly. "It's been so long, and I was afraid he might have died like my mother. I don't think I could stand it if Uncle Dick should die he's the only one who belongs to me." "Why, Betty, child!" Mrs. Littell gathered her into her lap and rocked her gently as though she had been a little child.
"You waited on yit, bub?" asked Brother Littell. "I betchy he's a-thinkin' right now he'll take his letter out o' Centre Street an' go to the Barefoot Church. He would, too, if 't wasn't clean plumb at the fur end o' town an' a reg'lar mud-hole to git there." "Pity him an' a few more of 'em up in the Amen corner wouldn't go," said Abel Horn.
"That was your mother's name at home, always, Betty." "Yes, I know it; and that's why they called me Betty," replied the Littell girl. "Two names, the same names, I mean, do make confusion. I'm willing to be called Libbie, Aunt Rachel, if you let me have a little time to get used to it. If I don't answer right away, you'll understand that I'm listening for 'Betty."
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